Текст пісні Smokey Smokey - Split Prophets, Res One, Upfront Mc

Smokey Smokey

I be repping with the Split Prophets\nYou ain’t stepping, you’re a shit novice\nThe spit’s gossip, Tungs, there ain’t many rappers this honest\nMy sick topics laid upon beats’ll get your head nodding\nLike my shit was hypnotic, and yeah the spliff’s chronic\nTwo Tungs, can’t remember, which was it? Fuck it\nMy bars stay hard like my dick when my chick sits on it\nMake it hotter than the tropics, when I drop it, yeah I’m ill I spit vomit\nCheck the name, nah the aim ain’t to get rich off it, nor to get\nRipped off by some prick sat up in a big office with a big promise\nFuck your deal I blaze a zoot and take a shit on it\nNow fuck your hype, G, and your tight jeans\nI give a fuck if a major label ever signs me\nMe I keeps it grimey, and I rep it like the '90s\nI’m here to smash mics and make the crowd get lively\nThis is our life now, late nights in white clouds\nWith pen scribbling lines, studio time, and stage hype, BLAOW!\nWe came to put the lights out, so put the mic down\nIt’s life round lyricism, stick it\nTrust this is our life, blood, sometimes on a wind up\nBut still it’s serious business, so listen and bite stuff\nFind us on a raggo [?} flex, or a smokey smokey flex\nWe ram and jam, split the profits and stay holy blessed\n[Verse 2: Upfront MC}\nI sit and smoke weed, then write rhymes in a daze on dope beats\nAmaze the whole scene with speech\nPerform in a way that relates to most peeps\nThat’s why they’re playing our songs, we train hard with the words making 'em\nstrong\nShaping our verses until the day I can say I’ve earnt this\nNamed as a major wordsmith and spray in a way thats perfect\nAnd though nobody is, but this is much more than a hobby\nIt’s a fashion that’s burning within my body quick\nAnd it can only grow stronger with no way you can slow this\nWhen it comes to the bars figure my flows iller than most kids\nYou’ll go to bed with no dinner for those fibs\nClaiming you’re sicker with lyrics when they be ghost writ\nWhat a joke! I mean it’s funny but we ain’t laughing\nHow do you sleep at night knowing that you’re straight acting?\nIt’s time for your type to die, I’m bored of fakes chatting\nRapping like they’re big in the game hoping it may happen\nThis is our life now, late nights in white clouds\nWith pen scribbling lines, studio time, and stage hype, BLAOW!\nWe came to put the lights out, so put the mic down\nIt’s life round lyricism, stick it\nTrust this is our life, blood, sometimes on a wind up\nBut still it’s serious business, so listen and bite stuff\nFind us on a raggo [?} flex, or a smokey smokey flex\nWe ram and jam, split the profits and stay holy blessed